This is dated Feb. 3, 1993, so almost 20 years ago. How time has flown…
hello
I hoped never to hear your voice again
despite praying that you would call my name
I forgot how empty I could be
how much it hurt to be your friend
you wish to know
thoughts behind the standard sigh
poetry is simple
love is melodrama
when friendship screams my name
patience tries to fill the void
supply attempts to meet demand
I hear your voice and think the truth
but friendship denies the sigh…